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She could've been a killer
if she didn't walk the way she do,
and she do
She opened strange doors
that we'd never close again
Thursday, April 5 • Night

Bellatrix had struck right after the funeral.

The old woman's death had been much remarked in the loathsome mouthpieces of mediocrity that were the Wizarding world's press. Augusta Longbottom had quite an assemblage at her internment; some mourners moved by sorrow, true, but the less charitable might say the majority of them feared a reproof from the witch even in death.

But there was nothing to fear, Bellatrix knew this — which is why when Neville returned to his flat in mid-afternoon, he'd found her sitting quite openly in his prized leather wingback chair.

Now, two days later, Bellatrix bent carefully over what was left of the youngest Longbottom and brushed a vine away from his face to croon at him: Sweet kitten. It will all be over soon.Collapse )
Women speak because they wish to speak,
whereas a man speaks only when driven to speech by
something outside himself - like, for instance,
he can't find any clean socks.
- Jean Kerr

Thursday, February 23rd - Evening

Bill was tired of sitting at home alone and brooding. Tonight he was determined to sit in the pub. Alone. And brood.

He was relieved to see that Arthur wasn't behind the bar when he came in and he ordered an ale and found an empty table near the back.
A Man, Two Women, and a Few (Hundred) Boxes
Febuary 18, 2006 - midmorning.

Neville unshrunk his last few boxes, sitting back among the self-made walls around him. They surrounded him in his upper flat, making a maze of the two-bedroom and the hallways, open kitchen, and sitting room. They nearly reached the celing, stacked around him.

How could he accumulated so much... stuff?Collapse )
History of Valentine's Day
~ The History Channel ~
Tuesday, February 14th ~ Evening

"Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday?

"The history of Valentine's Day -- and its patron saint -- is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition.

So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient riteCollapse )
Shall We Dance?

Neville reread his owl to Luna:

Dear LunaCollapse )
Let Me Show You Where I Live
Saturday, February 4th, Evening

Rose had watched Viktor get her coat, her stomach fluttering with each contact they had and even more because he was walking her home. I am so glad I went to Ginny's party.

Looking up at him, she felt she should say something, but nothing that would just be foolish small talk. She looked down, hoping Viktor hadn't noticed her just looking up at him like that.

"Um, my flat is on the next street over, but it isn't too long of a walk."
What's The Wizarding Family Next To You Doing These Days?
Saturday, February 4th ~ Evening

".... and that was interesting wasn't it? I'll be sure and keep you up to date on the developments as I make them appear they occur. With all the *sniff* spectacular stories lately concerning Azkaban, which I'm sure would have been of a great deal more interest if given from the woman's point of view, I'd like to bring you something a little lighter.

"With the holidays over, many people are finding themselves in a slump. What better time to have a party, just for the sake of seeing friends and relatives. If you'd care to have a special guest that could give one sided but glowing reports of your social calender, be sure a drop me an owl here at WWN and I'll see if I can fit it in my schedule.

"I was fortunate enough to slip into such a party earlier this evening. It was termed a house warming party and in my opinion, parts of it were so scorching it should have burned the building down. The night started mind numbingly dull bland enough, with sickening heartwarming displays of incestuous undertones sibling affection and the bondage? bonds of friendship. Luckily the bar was well stocked and with the promise of men to ogle and wine to drink a colorful gathering, I settled down on a wall to observe."

Er - Rita? You did actually get invited to this event right?Collapse )
Moving Day
Tuesday, January 24th ~ Afternoon

Molly had sighed and not said much else. For that, Ginny was grateful. Things had been strained at best between her and her Mum ever since the night she found out about Ginny's relationship with Severus. There were few words exchanged, but rather a lot of sniffles, sighs, and extra shifts at The Three Broomsticks from Molly. Apparently, Molly Weasley's answer to keeping her daughter away from Severus Snape was to keep her as busy as possible and shower her with silent guilt every possible moment she could.

Who knew Draco Malfoy would be her saviour?Collapse )
Anything I've Ever Done That Ultimately Was Worthwhile,
Initially Scared Me To Death.
~ Betty Bender ~
Monday, January 23rd ~ Late Morning

Walking through the last of the buildings they'd slated for the day's inspection, Harry glanced over at Neville.

"See any that you think would work for what you have in mind?" he asked while brushing some dust off of his hands.

"If not, there's a few more we could probably look at after lunch."
This Program Was Sponsored By The Three Broomsticks...
Monday, January 16th ~ Afternoon

"The proceeding program was brought to you by the Three Broomsticks, located in central Hogsmeade. Stop in for a bite and a pint, or ask about their back room, available for party reservations! Book now, leave the cooking and cleaning to someone else while you sit back and enjoy your event."

"As always ladies and gentlemen WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. If you have one, please contact us by owl or floo. We appreciate the interest shown and will respond as soon as possible. The Wizarding Wireless Network now returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
“Well it's been a long time, glad to see your face.
I knew we'd meet again, another time another place.
Can't believe it's been so many years.
You'd better grab a chair and a couple of beers.”
-Jo Dee Messina
Friday, January 13th ~ Early Evening

"Sodding jumper! Where is it?!" Clothes were flying through the air as Ginny barrelled through still packed bags. Unpacking meant she was staying at The Burrow, at that was the last impression she wanted to give, especially to her Mum.

Running late...Collapse )
If your work isn't what you love, then something isn't right.
Thursday, January 12 || Late afternoon

There was nothing quite as comforting as a bustling pub on a cold afternoon.

Groups of men discussed the weather. Couples sat across from each other, holding hands and smiling. A belligerent old man huddled in front of the fruit machine, going for the next big win and daring anyone to take his place.

Old Granny Waterdown sat at one end of the bar, allowing herself the customary single sip of firewhiskey as she finished each row of knitting.

Molly, behind the bar, ran her fiefdom like a queen, keeping a close eye both on her customers and the servers.

Slightly apart from it all, Remus sat in a corner and watched the crowd slowly move, listening to conversations and generally allowing himself to belong as a part of humanity.